</>With scissors, cutting is made crispy
What are apart? Half of the paper is a lonely part.
...
</>Your finger points to the highway
cars at high speed i'm afraid..
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</>The last sip of water...
I'm waiting for drinking another bottle of wine
...
</>Years is the worst unforgivable hairstylist
He cuts my hair short;
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</>i'm stirring the milk, wondering if it can be whiter
so that another Snow White emerges...
i can smell the fresh grass, mixed with the fragrance
naturally made from strawberries, and don't forget
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</>Mother the baby who sleeps with the poochie
Little pooch is licking the tears from the marble eyes of the baby
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</>If you could find the fountain of wisdom
wisdom would not tell you the telling answer to your question..
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</>Terrible stars fall into the sea
The sea surface with a golden horizon
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</>Carrying an oil lamp, i visited the dark hell.
My papa from the heaven told me to pay a visit
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</>My business
as a freelance wooden runt inside the classroom
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</>Mother GIVES an eternal birth to me
and I give a birth to endless tears..
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</>Downing the queer wine is not the first step.
fella, close your eyes, let him
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</>The next day after the happy ending,
the princess is inside the flowery garden roaming.
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</>this is not only about a ghost
do not only simplify death while you're makin' life complicated;
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</>i'm counting the days that are free.
they're only ways i 've chosen to flee..
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</>The visual dimension limits my vision
but my olfactory nerve is still active
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</>How can a crash and a crush happen here in the carpark
i'm supposed to clench my fists in the dark
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</>You told me the murderer has a black style of beauty
The ugly died. The beauty survived.
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</>While she cut the moon into pieces,
she 's learnt how to share peace
...
We're not great, Poetry is great! I feel the touch of a petal, but I can't feel the loads of your romance.
A Memory Chopper
</>With scissors, cutting is made crispy
What are apart? Half of the paper is a lonely part.
Slit your eyes and the light will be humbler,
not enough to let you read through
enough to drive your heart creepy...
and then memories arrive
at a platform that belongs to you.
Those dumplings, Those bloody old dumplings in the rusty bowl
they wore oil.
I think you remember me, so I remember you.
Dear Grey Hair.
Swallowed the expired apples.
Which should be prohibited.
Grey Hair, dump the bad apples. Dump them!
If you don't hurt them, they wound you.
I love thee, chopper.
One or two pigs' brains and ground eggs
floating upon the soup nutritious.
They are uglily soft, makin' me vomit
A chopper is better. It cuts both hard and soft.
All kinds of memories,
are fantastically chopped!
But the chopper performed a fault
My little finger is lost!